Sir Tim. I must confess, I am unus’d to this kind of Dialogue; and
I am an Ass, if I know what to say to such a Creature.
—But come, will you answer me to one Question?
Cel. If I can, Sir.
Sir Tim. But first I should ask you if you can speak? For that’s a
Question too.
Cel. And if I cannot, how will you be answer’d?
Sir Tim. Faith, that’s right; why, then you must do’t by signs.
Cel. But grant I can speak, what is’t you’ll ask me?
Sir Tim. Can you love?
Cel. Oh, yes, Sir, many things; I love my Meat, I love abundance of Adorers, I love choice of new Clothes, new Plays; and, like a right Woman, I love to have my Will.
Sir Tim. Spoke like a well-bred Person, by Fortune: I see there’s hopes of thee, Celinda; thou wilt in time learn to make a very fashionable Wife, having so much Beauty too. I see Attracts, and Allurements, wanton Eyes, the languishing turn of the Head, and all That invites to Temptation.
Cel. Would that please you in a Wife?